Yet More Prayer

Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son;
Hail in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

He shall come down like showers,
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth.
Before Him on the mountains,
Shall Peace, the hreald, go;
And righteousness in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
All praise all people sing.
For He shall have dominion,
O'er river, sea and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion
Or dove's light wing can soar.

My stubborn will at last hath yielded;
I would be Thine, and Thine alone;
And this prayer my lips are bringing,
Lord, let in me Thy will be done.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

I'm tired of sin, footsore and weary,
The darksome path hath dreary grown,
But now a light has risen to cheer me;
I find in Thee my Star, my Sun.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

Thy precious will, O conquering Saviour,
Doth now embrace and compass me,
All discords hushed, my peace a river,
My soul a prisoned bird set free.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

Shut in with Thee, O Lord, for ever
My wayward feet no more to roam;
What power from Thee my soul can sever?
The centre of God's will my home.

Sweet will of God, still fold me closer,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.

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